Day 06 Care 7 days 7 stories

Day 06
December 6th, 2015

Day 06 Care 7 days 7 stories

Day 06 Care 7 days 7 stories

“Why I chose a clock as the first image is because my dad always wore his watch and was a very punctual man.

TIME: the lack or abundance of it should not define our love and care for those who depend on us physically, mentally and emotionally. The bond has to be stronger and more reliable than the pendulum of a clock.

Time: Yes the clock is not fancy and it definitely does not relate to age unless we take it symbolically. The time does tick away – very fast for those who reap the joys of youth and others dodging age and youth both. While it races for the first two , it crawls and at times stumbles and freezes for others at the fag end of their life – physically or mentally. And then there are those who have lost track of clock all together and some wait anxiously and at times painfully for the clock to stop ticking at all. All these have one thing in common – Time – the abundance or lack of of it. The other thing that is common is the need for someone to pause and ease the mounting pressure of failing health and life by spending a few hours or at best a few minutes with them. While taking care of my old ailing father I learned that all he needed was for his kids to spend time with him and we were all blessed to have been there throughout in his journey from this mortal world into the immortal Paradise of God. ”
(Nidhi Anthony)

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5 comments

  1. Anonymous says:

    Music is always a bond that immediately floods in memories – I have of my mom’s shy smiling at her favorite song, my dad’s hummung along his favorite song, me changing the hymn ‘ Go the mass has ended – to Run the mass has ended’ and mom chiding me smilingly at my stupidity. Now that both my mom and dad are with the Lord and since this event started I have been constantly reading the sharings and wondering – did I do enough? Did I fail my parents? What would I give to change a few episodes from back then! But then I calm my nerves down at this thought – I Was there till their end – may not have been a perfect care giver but I was there!

  2. Rosanna says:

    Mom and Dad made music part of our lives way, way back when we were kids. It continues to be so, even today….not just during drives in the car, but in the way we spend time. I remember, despite Daddy’s illness, music was one thing that made him smile, he’d have his own standard special requests too – “One Day at a Time,” “Take my Hand, Precious Lord,” “Across the Bridge” just to name a few. We’d sit in the living room of our ground floor home, I’d take out my guitar, and we (Dad, Mum, my sister and I), would sing out to our hearts content! The last bit of music Daddy listened to, was in a hospital bed, in the ICU, listening to a tape of Jim Reeves (that I still have), with my headphones (that I had kept carefully till just recently  ). It was not always smiles though, as other care givers would know. There were huge struggles too – but I won’t get into that –you can read about those struggles in an article my sister had written many years back – here it is….. (http://blogs.intoday.in/headlinestoday/The-Cost-of-Compassion-61926.html)

    Today, as we take care of mummy, we go through many of the same struggles, lots of ups and so many downs. “What will tomorrow be like?” is a question I ask myself almost daily. Despite that, I treasure every moment with her – knowing that what I do for her today, is not even a fraction of what she has done for me, or any of my siblings. I see the same joy in her eyes and voice too, when she hears familiar music. What’s amazing is that she remembers the lyrics of her favourite songs. Her current favourite – “Roses are Red my Love” – come rain or shine, severe knee pain or dizziness, she will always join in whether you’re singing, or Jim Reeves is singing…..and not to forget, insist on
    going for Sunday Mass! 😉

    1. Janet says:

      My mum’s favourite was “love letters in the sand” .. Pat Boone was her man.💕🎶🎶🎶

  3. Veronica says:

    “Promise me you’ll always remember: you are braver than you believe, and you are stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.” A.A. Milne ‘Winnie the Pooh’
    As someone who’s often been one step removed from the primary caregiver, I feel at a loss when I can see the caregiver feeling tired/impatient/irritated/guilty with themselves. It’s a struggle – should I stay on and be recipient of their ‘unreasonable’ venting or should I escape and come back when he/she is less overwhelmed and more on balance? How do I let them know that I think what they are doing is wonderful and admirable without sounding patronising and stupid? How do I ensure that they don’t feel weighed down and that it’s important and ok that they take a break and allow themselves to be looked after too?

    1. Janet says:

      So well said Veronica .. Sometimes even a receiver’s rude or cranky and ungracious behaviour maybe their way of pushing us away to take a break … I didn’t understand this until almost six years into caring. We see and understand so much more during our time of quiet after a storm.

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